We live here on the earth we are all fruits of the earth the earth sustains us we grow here, on the earth and flower and when we die we wither in the earth we all fruits of the earthWe eat of the earth then the earth eats us.
(From a modern Nahua song. For explanatory context and a fuller citation, see the end of chapter 10 of Inga Clendinnen's Aztecs: An Interpretation.